THE INEVITABLE SUM OF PARTS.

Since when did a window
Mend itself,
Or a memory help to
Defend
The length of your life,
As opposed to driving it’s mystery
Further from you.

And whose health ever
Rendered them
Immune to the feral
Agenda
And wealth of the future,
Whose rooms are hung with
The hymns of others.

And how can the two sides
Of a man’s
Completed and yet greeted
Span
Be bridged adequately
And grandly enough to be worth
Setting off for crossing,

When the grand glass panes
You’re handed,
As your soft padded feet
First land,
Have been made
From the aggregate sands that
Your forefathers cast.